The Big Four One, Part One

Let's actually digress to yesterday at almost this time.....

Lovey: "Your birthday present is in the trunk. Want to see it?"

Me: "It's not Guitar Hero, is it?"

Lovey: "No (voice is high, a signal of a not complete truth), it's not Guitar Hero."

Me: "It's soo Guitar Hero. That's not really my present, is it?"

Lovey: "It's not Guitar Hero, it's Rock Band and no, it isn't your present."

Sweet Jeebus! Are you kidding me? This is all I've heard about since yesterday when he got home from visiting his best friend. How they had the best time sitting around and jamming and laughing. Oh, no......

Lovey: "You are going to love it! We'll have so much fun together!"

Me: "Can I change my mind about the motorcycle?"

At this point, Lovey anxiously takes Rock Band upstairs to set it up. I am downstairs making my birthday cake. Yum! Chocolate Sour Creme Pound Cake with White Icing. It sounds sad, yes, making your own cake, but where, oh where would I have gotten this otherwise?

So after the cake is out of the oven, I go upstairs when I find out Rock Band *COMES WITH A MICROPHONE*. Oh, yeah! I am "blessed" with being able to remember the words to nearly every song I hear but can't sing a lick! I must admit I sound *fine* when I have the ipod on or when I'm in the car alone. Otherwise, the dogs just look at me like they are begging me to stop singing.

Lovey is strumming his "guitar" like he's Eric Clapton. He tells me to pick a song to sing. I pick "Creep" by Radiohead. I've always loved that song. And I nail it! On my first try. Lovey tells me I did great and high-fives me. I pick another by Oasis and I'M HOOKED. I am kind of surprised that I don't sound so bad. How embarrassing really for me....but this is great! Lovey says I can sing ok, it's just when I pretend sing and yell that makes his ears bleed. Isn't is cute when dorks marry?

So today....

The dogs decided that I shouldn't be able to sleep late on my birthday. Growling, barking, growling until I get out of bed at 9:30 finally. Lovey has left me a very sweet birthday card before he left for work. Sweetie!

As I'm making my cup of Senseo coffee (another little gift to myself), the barking is already getting to me. I tell Pullo: "You know what I really wanted for my birthday? For your fat ass to go to Doggie Daycare today!"

I decide that I need to go to TJ for a black strapless bra. I really don't care if I don't go anywhere today, but I'm going to look cute, dang it! My birthday dress is a $9.99 J. Crew silk dress by way of Rugged Warehouse. It's similar to this one, but not so poufy:

and it's much larger, of course.

TJ is a bust except for finding a pair of silver jazz shoes that I'm pretty sure Ducky Dale wore in Pretty in Pink. Eesh! Ross is closed for some random reason, computer blah-blah the magic marker sign says. Of course, Target never lets me down. My size is the first one I see so I snag it.

I decide that my birthday lunch will be a McAlister's large sweet tea and a gyro from my favorite, Belle's House of Pizza. How sad am I that I programmed their number in my phone? I hit send and immediately, I get a recording rambling something about hours of operation. I can't hear what they said about Tuesday. I hang up and call back. "Monday and Tuesday 4 PM until...." What! 4! FOUR! Are you kidding me? Four? I alternately mumble and yell "FOUR" for the remainder of my drive home. FOUR?
Four. 4. More importantly, what am I supposed to eat now?


Here is the birthday want list update. Some Asshat out bid me of my J. Crew shoes at the last minute. I'd like to think I drove the price up they had to pay though. Ha! Take that!

Yesterday though, when I went to West Ashley shopping (for a change) I found these reasonable facsimiles for $10 on clearance:

SCORE! Helmet not included...

I also find this knockoff-ish bag of the Tiger bag for $19:

Hmmmm....by my calculations, I have saved around $450 with just these two purchases. Which means I may be able to talk myself into buying this light for my bathroom:


I couldn't find any Adirondack chairs I liked at Good Wood, I got my Vera Wang and my Sleep bubble bath, but I'll wait to get the Matchbox 20 with some Juno thrown in from Amazon (the cheap prevails).

The rest of my day, I have spent eating a Ye Olde Fashioned hamburger (the answer to my lunch question, but just not the same), deep-conditioning my hair, exfoliating with my own sugar scrub concoction and self-tanning. Pretty soon, Lovey will be home and we'll eat some of my cake


(it don't look purdy, but it shore looks tasty!) and probably sing until I'm hoarse again like yesterday.

I almost forgot! The girls at the Apt. Guide sent me these beautiful flowers yesterday

and I ordered myself a box of Ultra-fine Point Brown Sharpies. Because who doesn't love a brown sharpie?

I still haven't quite decided what I want Lovey to get me for my birthday, but I may have narrowed it down to a better camera and good photo printer. We'll wait for the weekend to have a nice dinner out and maybe have some people over to share in our Dorkdom of Rock Band. Peace out! Thank you, Cleveland, we love you!

I also got a great compliment: my uncle Ken, the architect, told my aunt that I would have made a good architect judging by how my bathroom redo is turning out. Made my day!